Porch Swing Angel
I do not understand how someone you shared something that sacred with can become so different. I do not understand how the breaking of a bond that sacred is something another person seems to live so with so effortlessly while it tears straight through you.
To the Girl who Misses Her Dad
When you grow up with a father who was present and steady, who was somehow both your safest place and your strictest teacher, you move through life differently. You are not just grieving a person. You are grieving a voice, a presence, a way of being loved that made the world feel more secure.
The Standard I Set After Everything Fell Apart
Everything changed, and so did what I was willing to accept.
